Three boys, this is my future. My one tiny tot became the troublesome two and soon I will have a trio of terrors. I announced that we were expecting another baby when we were 13 weeks pregnant, which meant seven weeks of being told 'you must be hoping for a girl this time then'.
I would have been over the moon had the sonographer seen the telltale signs that told us to buy pink, but I was equally as excited when she told us that the boys would be welcoming a little brother in the new year. Our baby is growing well, it looks healthy and he even gave us a hi5 from the womb.
In many ways we are geared up for another boy. I have boxes upon boxes of boys clothes, and with this little dude due shortly after Archie's birthday, it should all be the right season too. Our house seems to be full of blue and my experience of nappy changing revolves completely around boy bits. Dylan had already let me know he would like another brother as 'boys are the best' and I have to agree (with absolutely no experience to compare to of course). I love having boys, I love being a mama to boys. Whilst growing up I had always pictured myself with one of each, my vision soon changed after the birth of Dylan and I saw myself surrounded by boys - a vision soon to come true.
